“Man, stop playing,” Johnathon spat. He did not want Bryant’s big mouth to mess things up for him with Juanty. He paid the bartender for his two drinks and gave her a sizable tip, then guzzled it down, much like the first. Johnathon and Bryant squeezed their way through the crowd and over to where she was still dancing.
Johnathon tapped Juanty on the shoulder, and she turned around to face him. He would have lost his cool had he not had the second drink.
“Hello, ladies.” His eyes focused on the object of his desire. “Juanty.” She smiled, and his knees almost buckled, but he managed to catch himself.
“This is my friend, Bryant. Are we intruding?”
“Hell no, you’re not intruding,” Pearl said. “Damn, any’all fine.”
Bryant flashed his pearly whites. “I was just thinking the same thing about you, gorgeous.” He took Pearl’s hand and kissed it.
“Shoot, the good ones are always human,” Pearl shouted as she stomped away.
Bryant gave a confused look. “What did she mean by that?” he asked.
“Pearl likes the bad boy type. You’re probably just too nice for her liking,” Jaunty replied, never taking her eyes off Johnathon.
Bryant looked Ziare up and down as if he were about to take her picture. “Hey, cutie, what’s your name?” She rolled her eyes. Bryant looked as if he were offended. “What I do?” His eyes suddenly tracked a gorgeous Latina woman with thick thighs and perky bosom as she walked by. “Damn, it’s like Christmas up in here.”He patted Johnathon on the shoulder. “Good looking out, Bruh.” He followed the woman, eventually grabbing her by the arm and whispering something in her ear.
Jonathon leaned in close so she could hear him. “It is a pleasure to see you again, beautiful.”
“The pleasure is all mines, Mr. Reid.” He could hardly contain his excitement. She remembered his name. He was not sure she would even recognize him, let alone remember their conversation from before.
“Can I steal you away from your friends for a dance?”
Alana looked at Johnathon, then at Juanty. “Of course, you can steal her. We were just about to go get a drink, anyway.”
“Bye, Juanty,” the two said in unison.
Juanty flipped them off as they walked away in full gossip mode. Finally, Johnathon was able to give his full attention to the striking woman before him. Her eyes were mesmerizing. She was definitely going to be the death of him. Ed Sheeran’s song, “Shape of You” played through the speakers, and Juanty began to swing her hips to a sultry rhythm. He pulled her close to his toned chest. Her fragrance was intoxicating, like cotton candy mixed with something unfamiliar, but addictive.
“I’ve been waiting all day to see you.”
“And why is that? You don’t even know me.”
“You made quite an impression on me the other night.” Her temperature rose 100 degree sat that moment, and she felt the urge to shift. “How so?” she questioned.
He looked down at his black Timberlands, realization settling in his mind. He understood if he divulged his sentiments, there would be no turning back, but at this point, he could not walk away if he tried. The tequila shot must have kicked in, because any reservations he should have had, were nowhere to be found. He looked up into those beautiful, golden eyes and confessed. “I haven’t been able to get you off of my mind. Trust me, I’ve tried.” His sexy smirk revealed his confidence.
She stopped dancing and stood quietly, staring at him for what seemed like forever. The anxiety of waiting for her response made his package stand at full attention. He wasn’t even sure she was interested. The other night could have been a misunderstanding on his part. Maybe she was just grateful for his help.
She finally responded, but not with words. She inched closer until they were flush against each other. He was sure she could feel his heavy erection. She looked up at him and licked her bottom lip before biting it. Fuck. He wanted to grab her by her perfect ass, lift her up into his arms and impale her with his dick, but he wasn’t there to make a porn movie. He took a deep, calming breath and opted to grab her hips to turn her around instead. He pulled her close. They moved together in sync, not missing a beat. She pushed back even further, letting her jiggly cheeks rub against the brick between his legs. He couldn’t help himself when he placed a soft kiss on her neck. She leaned back, resting her head on his chest to give him better access. Had he doubted her attraction for him before, he was sure about it now. He spun her around and wasted no time putting his lips on hers. She was as sweet as her chocolate skin looked, and there was nothing he could think of that could possibly taste as good as her. He could have kissed her forever, but without warning, she pulled away. He thought maybe he had done something wrong until he saw her hooded eyes, full of desire.
“Please, Johnathon, come with me.” This was not the response to his kiss he was expecting, but curiosity drove him to comply.
“Should I guess where you are taking me?”
“To my office.”
“Are you going to let me in this time?” He smiled, and she noticed the one dimple buried deep in his left cheek. She took his hand and led him in the direction of the stairs.
“Yes.” She was focused, and far be it from him to break her concentration, so he remained quiet and followed closely behind. The two walked hand in hand towards the stairwell at the rear end of the club. Johnathon was not sure what to think or expect, and the anticipation caused beads of sweat to form on his forehead. He was nervous, an emotion that he rarely felt. He wondered what it was about this woman that had him so flustered. By the time they reached the top of the stairs, he knew he would make it his business to find out.
***
Jaunt’s body was going berserk, like the hands on a clock spinning out of control. Not only had the floodgates opened between her legs, but her skin was hot and prickly, and she had to fight the urge to shift. This feeling was new to her. She wanted to run into the night, catch her breath, and take a moment to think, but she was not the type of woman to run from a challenge. On the other hand, maybe she just wasn’t willing to let him walk away. She knew sex was off the table because she was part animal. She was too strong for any human. She just wanted to play a little. What could be wrong with a little harmless foreplay? She needed it. This man was driving her crazy.
She continued towards her office until she felt a tug stop her in her tracks. She turned to face him, and noticed his breathing was shallow and a frown formed.
“Maybe we shouldn’t go any further. I am extremely attracted to you, and if we are alone for more than five seconds, I can’t be responsible for my actions. I am trying my best to be the gentleman my mother raised me to be, but there is some sort of insane connection between us I can’t explain. It’s making it impossible for me to remain rational.”
Before he could ramble any further, she captured his lips with her own, coaxing him to a duel with her tongue, and he obliged. She had never been so forward as to kiss a man she hardly knew. In fact, she rarely kissed at all, but there was something unexplainable happening that she could not stop. It was as if fate was forcing them to do this.
Surely, this night would end up catastrophic if she did not put an end to it now. If they went all the way, he would not be able to sustain inside of her wet treasure. He would surely become ill, or worse. It had happened before.
Once, in 1947, she registered for classes at the local HBCU in Alabama. Ever since her turning, she yearned to feel normal again, more human. She was different from her sisters. She did not feel the thrill of the hunt as they did. She only hunted for survival. She was forced to shift because her animal could not stay caged for long and needed to run free. She thought college would not only educate her, something she had never received as a slave, but also give her a chance to get away from her sisters and into society.
In her second semester, she met a young man, Charlie. The two became friends, and eventually, more. One night, Charlie convinced her to go all the way. He had pr
omised to take care of her. Against her sisters’ better judgment, she decided to throw caution to the wind. She really cared for him and convinced herself nothing bad could happen. The moment he connected with her sexually, he knew he was in trouble. Spilling his hot semen into her wet folds after about three seconds, he yelled out in pleasure, but the intensifying moment continued, and he came repeatedly until his body was so weak, he began to vomit.
Panicked, she tried to help her handsome lover, but he screamed out in agony. He begged her to make the pain go away while he continued to hurl all over the floor. Sweat poured from his body as a fever took hold. He eventually passed out and slept for days, only to wake up feeling dehydrated and weak. He never gained full strength again. He left the college after that semester, convinced she was a part of some new Tuskegee experiment, leaving him with a horrific STD that would eventually kill him. She was mortified. Each encounter with a human after that pretty much ended the same way until she decided she could no longer torture herself or her lovers. Shapeshifters never did anything for her, either. Their smug and controlling ways were a turnoff, and she wanted nothing to do with them.
Reluctantly, she tore her lips away from Johnathon’s kiss. She was almost breathless.
“I can’t do this. I will make you sick.”
Johnathon paused and eventually spoke in a smooth and calming tone. “Juanty, are you HIV positive?”
Her mouth fell open as she rushed to explain herself. “No! That is not what I meant. I don’t have any STDs. I’m perfectly healthy. I’m trying to tell you, I don’t perform well in bed, and you won’t find me pleasurable. I’m different. I am so sorry I brought you up here. I didn’t mean to waste your time.”She turned to walk away, but he gently grabbed her arm, and she faced him once more with embarrassment in her expression.
“Baby, I am a grown man with a very strong desire to be with you. I have not been with a woman in over a year. I want to be with you right now in the worst way. Let me handle the performance part. I promise you, I can handle whatever happens.”He was so virile and sexy, but not overbearing. His serious gaze set her pussy on fire. She thought she might combust. Any resemblance of self-control dissipated as he stood, waiting for the okay to take her. She knew he wouldn’t move a muscle until she gave him the okay. She took a deep breath. It was now or never. This was her decision.
“I want you now, Johnathon Reid.”
He smiled, and she melted. He lifted her into his arms by her small, but generous ass, slowly and effortlessly. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist while accepting his tongue into her eager mouth once again. The kiss was euphoric, and her head was spinning. The effect his lips had on her was unbelievable. She was blown away by her behavior with a virtual stranger, but it was too late to turn back now. With her back against her office door, she reached into her black lace bra and retrieved a small key to her office door. Reluctantly, she detached from his mouth and handed him the key. Her lips were swollen and red. At the sight, Jonathon’s heartbeat kicked up three notches, and he let out a moan.
“Are you OK?” Johnathon whispered.
She was breathless and shaky. Unable to release a sound, she nodded in the affirmative. He took the key from her shaky hand and unlocked the door. They entered the large space. Wasting no time, he placed her down on both feet and freed his hands to begin exploring her body. Their tongues twisted relentlessly as he put his hand on the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. She felt the fullness of his penis against her crotch. Her heart flinched and literally stopped beating for a moment. This man was doing things to her body and mind she had long ago given up hope on. She slid her hand down his chest, stomach, and then to his hard mass.
“I feel you,” she whispered, squeezing his huge girth.
“You’re about to feel so much more, beautiful lady.” He tugged at her black top, pulling it over her head, revealing her two mounds. He sucked in a breath. “You’re beautiful.” He grabbed one of her breasts and twisted her nipple gently between his index finger and thumb. He stared into her gorgeous gold eyes for approval and got it when she reached for his belt buckle, yanking furiously. He helped her by unzipping his pants. His dick thanked him. He let them fall to the floor, along with his underwear before stepping out. He removed everything else remaining and stood before her naked.
Juanty blushed. “Wow.”
He blushed, too, but quickly recovered. He placed both hands inside her skirt, forcing the material down her thighs and towards her ankles.
“Step out of these.” His voice was husky and full of desire.
She obeyed, and his eyes slowly left hers, descended towards her breasts, and then lower. He slid his hand inside her black lace panties in search of her treasure. His finger found her opening, and he eased his digit inside the tight tunnel as puddles splashed all over his fingers.
“Oh, God, baby. You’re so wet.” She could not hear him. She was focused on holding herself up. Her legs had become noodles the moment his finger sunk deep inside her orifice. He explored every inch of her thick heat. Round and round and in and out, he searched. He paid attention to her breathing, which was ragged. He could have cum right then and there but fought the urge. He slowly removed his finger, and then her panties. They stood on a plush, white rug. He picked her up again and squatted down towards the rug. His strong arms held her firmly as he slowly laid her back until she was flat against the soft material. If that wasn’t the sexiest thing ever.
He spread her legs to get a better view of what he was about to taste. His heart pounded and his dick throbbed. He lowered his head and let his tongue reach for her protruding bud.
A breathless “John,” was all she could get out. Gently, he wrapped his lips around her sensitive pearl and sucked, giving reprieve only to lick and blow cool air. His finger made its way back into her soft folds. He honed in on her moans and listened as her pleasure escalated. He sensed she was getting close and kicked it up a notch. His pace quickened. He pulled out his finger once again and replaced it with his tongue, licking and lapping up her soaked slit. He drank when her orgasmic waves splashed onto his tongue. He held her thighs and continued to eat until she had nothing left to feed him.
“Damn, you taste good, baby.” He gave her no time to gain her composure so she could respond. He climbed up her body and took her in a passionate kiss while placing himself at her center. Her breath hitched as her eyes widened. Sheer terror filled her heart as she tried to speak. “Johnathon, I—” He cut her off.
“It’s okay, beautiful. I promise you it will be okay.” She knew it would not be and tried to cry out for him to stop, but froze as he slid his way into her body, coming to a full hilt. The action commanded her to submit. She squeezed both her eyes and her inner walls and waited for him to jerk violently before collapsing in a feverish heap.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” he croaked. “I need you to relax for me.” He pulled out and slowly sank back in, hitting bottom. She screamed out in pleasure.
“Easy, baby. I got you.” He started moving slowly and moaned with each stroke. She felt like butter melting in a hot cast-iron skillet. Her body was on fire. Sweat dripped down his back as he tried to find his rhythm. She relaxed and gave into the pleasures that were overwhelming her. There was no turning back now.
Johnathon joined her in bliss as his heart threatened to tear his chest open. He was breathless and dizzy. He prided himself on being an experienced lover, but nothing came close to what he was experiencing with this woman. Seconds after entering her body, he became like a drunk man falling, trying to catch himself before he hit the ground.
“Baby, I need you to cum for me. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on. I’m about to lose it.”
She was helpless to stop what was happening to him because her own body was going through a frenzy of emotions. The deeper he plunged, the more her beast begged to be freed. Her eyes glowed a magnificent gold, and she felt her teeth itching to elongate. She grabbed
at the rug, clawing it to shreds as she tried to gain control over her impending orgasm. It had been years, hundreds of them, since she felt this type of passion flowing through her veins.
He seemed to get a second wind as he picked up the pace. He attacked her body with deep, hard, and consuming strokes. She responded to his flow with a melody of her own, welcoming everything he had to offer. Her pulse raced, and beads of sweat formed along her upper lip. Her nails extended deep into his flesh, and he let out a deep grow that turned her on even more. He grabbed her wrists, placing them above her head and holding them there while he fucked her senseless. She writhed beneath him, as it seemed he was growing inside of her. “ARGH!” she belted as her legs shook uncontrollably.
“I want to taste you again,” he whispered.
He withdrew and threw her legs over his shoulders. His tongue felt as long as his dick. He stuck it in her super sensitive cavern, and she exploded again. He lapped up her sweet and salty juices, and then turned her on her side. He settled behind her, and with a sense of purpose, entered her again. He made slow, subtle, circular movements while holding on to her for dear life. She moaned as her body experienced paradise. A mixture of whimpers and growls filled the air as Johnathon released his seed in heated spurts until he was physically spent. He laid there, breathing into her neck. After a long moment of silence, she turned over to face him. His huge, onyx-like irises stared back at her. Neither spoke. Finally, when she had enough breath in her lungs, she asked the question that had been burning in her mind.
“What just happened?”
He let out a hearty laugh and kissed her forehead. “I don’t quite know, sunshine, but I promise you, as soon as my heart rate comes down some, we’re going to do it again.” She grinned and kissed his lips gently.
“Baby, you are an animal,” he admitted.
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